"I wasn't sure where you were going. But now I know where you are...."

Erik moved quickly as he stepped into the shower, taking in the hot sight of a naked Robert underneath those jets. Gods, he looked even hotter wet. That hair too---it got the guitarist panting a little, as he was now in the cubicle up close with Robert. Being close was what he wanted and didn't want to spend it any other way now.

"Let me wash it for you."

Picking up the shampoo bottle, the Swede squirted some out in his palm and rubbed them together, kissing Robert on the cheek mischievously before gently sliding both hands into his wet hair.